Slipped Discs

Illuminati Hotties - Let Me Do One More

From pop-punk spunk to soft indie doo-wop, the chameleonic Illuminati Hotties’ frantic antics layer coy patience over spicy crisis for well-rounded musical playgrounds unleashing fiery irony with blistering proficiency and slinky riffs. A crash-course in tempting sensual vengeance, “More,” launches muscular hustle within sly bangers and catnip ballads; rampant cantankerous vamps whose wry side-eye hides tender contentions and guarded affections.

Sam Evian - Time To Melt

The heart-felt “Melt,” lathers creamy blue-eyed soul poured over funky punchy synthesized vices, back-burner mirth simmering in liquid lovesick whispers glazed, engaged and laid down into loose dreamy grooves cooked over dancing flames. Somewhere between psychotropic Romeo and pixie-dusted Pied Piper, Evian fuses future sounds to commercial flirting, sci-fi prizes awarded for yacht-rock sock-hops broadcasted in boldly cozy quadraphonic technicolor.

Nation of Language - A Way Forward

Impassioned calculators dashing ultra-vibrant synthwave patterns against curdling worries and monolithic convictions, the probing retro-futuristic Nation of Language untangles soulful exposure trapped by adamant schematics mapping indefatigable attitude. Weary delirium from slavish raves, “Forward” swirls in cyber-limbo melodrama; anxious bass racing urgent drum-machine timekeeping, haunted speeches promise undying allegiance holding technological hostages in overdriven precision, emotional throes and despondent responses.

Joan As Police Woman, Tony Allen and Dave Okumu - The Solution Is Restless

Slithering rhythmic ghost-deposed gospel, “Restless,” catches double-helix digi-jazz strategies; steamy Bathsheba divas dripping lordly contortions over elegant bendable funk singed in rising pliable piano, synths, guitars and strings stretched over satin-smooth grooves. Sonic conquerors Allen and Okumu lubricate Joan As Police Woman’s placid gravitas with subtle skulking, the trio’s low-flying desires gliding through dreamy ravines, sinful inroads and elastic cascades.

The Lottery Winners - Something To Leave The House For

Sunshine rhymes hiding precocious emotions among whimsical optimism, The Lottery Winners’ finger-wagging swagger flexes smug intellect in catchy perplexities addressing time-tested messages with sly sing-along romps, snickering winks and saucy bopiness. Savvy candy-coated craft masks sincere inquiries with melodic positivity and earnest mirth turning, “Something,” into cabaret-flavored playdates housing tender defenses in spirited bounce, gallivanting anthems channeling muscular blockbuster busking.

Yumi Zouma - Present Tense

Airbrushed crushes shimmering in invincible indie-pop, the heaven-sent, “Tense,”
sends modern valentines fashionably wrapped in tactful backbones, seductive muscle and dancefloor-driven, race-car hearts. A hook and melody machine clocking ultra-smooth moves from the inside track, Yumi Zouma retool sauntering confidence and unrestrained elation into splendid, shiny engines engineered with satin accuracy smitten with longing promises, parting remarks and lipstick symbolism.

Charlotte Adigéry & Bolis Pupul - Topical Dancer

Witty digi-dancehall catcalls choreographed in spiffy electro-funk fun, “Topical,” lobs post-colonial exposés into skewered lampoons; pastel Krautrock stocked with mesmerizing evidence tripping motion-activated statements endorsing cosmopolitan acceptance and sensual transcendence. Laughable facts extracted from social labyrinths, Charlotte and Bolis mix style with wiles where sarcasm and mockery disco down swinging in lingual commingling, stinging in sly asides and impish manipulations.

Mitch Davis - The Haunt

Swinging and digging in heart-skipping whims and hip-dipping synergy, Davis tastefully lays downtown boogie bubbling under cavalier smooth-jazz; calm and collected messages tickling sunny synths in laidback syncopation, bound by hound-dog bass and humming in tumbling drums. Suave parcels harboring style and smiles, “The Haunt,” saunters in dapper finger-snapping happenings, bygone fondness buttered in toasty jive walking sly hepcat strides.

Stars - From Capelton Hill

Romantic anthems canvas posh pop in diminished chords, rolling bass and springy rhythms as “Hill,” swims laps around whimsical reminisces with swooning showtunes tackling silver-screen pageantry through soft, glitter-ball whispers, lavish synthesized pastels and gossipy philosophy. Exquisite misbegotten metropolitans, the modest and melodic Stars persuade, promenade, and serenade, misbehaved apologists bravely paving remedy’s redemption with harmonized hindsight and kissable wisdom.

Naima Bock - Giant Palm

Lit in tropical sauntering and baroque folk, Naima’s inquisitive indie-pop depictions delight in bright curios, cerebral themes seasoned in sensual connections and melodic narcotics. Bossa nova woven from placid jazz and infused in chamber-music nuance, “Palm,” lifts and lilts, breathing easily from yawning symphonics to flighty sighs, a casual mastery playfully majoring in simmering mysteries, moody perusal and measured pleasures.

Alex The Astronaut - How To Grow A Sunflower Underwater

Happy bombast dashes in poppy puppy-dog philosophy as, “Sunflower,” gleefully releases mirthful bursts furnished in sturdy wording stirring cavalier feelings with feverish rhythms and ferocious whimsy. An infectious collector of monumental events born from ordinary discourse, ATA embraces day-to-day vitality, infusing adolescent ballads with ear-candy grooves, conversational melodies embellishing simple things with metaphysical court-jester grins, precocious hope and grand humanity.

SRSQ - Ever Crashing

Glazed in tasteful, celestial flamboyance touched in undulating funk and painted in palatial pathos, SRSQ’s phosphorescent sentiments glow beneath velvet proclamations, yearning harmonies reaching past heartaches’ maze braving flashy orchestral collapses in underwater operas. Cavernous hazards challenging craggy dramatics ghosting emotional moments behind lightning-swift riffs and hungry, thundering hooks, “Ever,” revels in sophisticated mayhem, fabulous happenings, bold, voluptuous and scintillating.

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